Fairy Gold

The world is a tale still untold,
Magical and mysterious as fairy gold
That fades like a leaf fallen from tree,
But retains its power in memory.

The world is a song sung by the bold,
Powerful and quickening as fairy gold,
Made for those who would dare the dark
For the sake of seeing a single spark.

The world is a story made to behold,
Wondrous and brilliant as fairy gold,
Shining with a luster that takes the mind
To lands with childhood left behind.

The world is a saga proud and cold,
Hard and heart-piercing as fairy gold,
Crushing the life under living's duties,
Stealing the breath with metal beauties.

The world is an epic wrought of old,
Beautiful and heartening as fairy gold,
Made for those who do not flinch from glory,
Made for those who will pursue the story.